{Reina}
My platforms click against marble like angry punctuation marks as I storm off the stage. Each step echoes with frustration, matching the pounding in my chest.
[I can't believe this shit.]
The worst part isn't even losing. I didn't care about winning this stupid competition - it was just another thing Dad forced me into, like those endless business dinners where I have to pretend I give a fuck about stock prices. But losing to a cheater? To someone using an amplifier like some desperate wannabe?
[That's just fucking insulting.]
My tail lashes behind me as I walk, probably making me look like an angry cat. Which, fair. I am an angry cat right now. Some first-years actually jump out of my way - guess my murder walk is on point today.
"Yo, princess!"
[Great. Just what I need.]
